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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:21 pm
D E A T H T H E K I D
↪xxxxxxxxxxxxI can't guarantee the safety of your soul! ╔══════════════════╗ [[ Inside the boundaries of Death City, a former student wandered the streets of the place he once called home.
A former ally.
In his former home, now the headquarters of everything his new 'organization' detested.
In the heart of his enemy's territory, mingling with the people he had betrayed only half a decade ago. Mingling with those who had once seen him as such a promising child.
Those who had believed him to be a future Death Scythe.
After engaging in a particularly nasty exchange of words with the now fully-mature Shinigami, Death the Kid, and a brief meeting with his father, he had basically been kicked out of the school, banished from the premises, escorted out by the very man who had anticipated Jordon's growth into a Death Scythe.
Unfortunately, he never got to witness it. Nor would he ever.
Once you broke someone's trust, you never could get it back. It was a doctrine the future leader of Death City strongly believed in; therefor, he had absolutely no intention of letting the red-haired teenager back into the ranks of the DWMA .. Not when he had turned his back on the school and everyone inhabiting the municipality surrounding it.
Bitter hatred directed at the young Death God and the desperate want for revenge lead the Chain scythe to take drastic measures, ultimately setting his sights on Kid's son: Alexander. He had the perfect opportunity to carry out his vengeance on the older man; the boy was wandering the streets alone. No doubt curiosity had gotten the best of the child, and it would escort him to his own downfall. ]] ╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:02 pm
Jordon had stood outside of Death City, staring at the doors he had just been locked out of. Looking up, he'd see the gaurds staring down on him like he was nothing more than a disgusting worm who was more worthless than the dirt on the bottom of their shoes.
Glaring up at them, then back at the door that remained shut, he thought. He thought about the previous day and all that had happened, all that Kid had said, all Kid had done to degrade him. His body tremebled from anger as his brain felt as though it may snap.
Jordon allowed a grin to twitch up on his mouth before he bowed his head slightly, and after giving a small wave to the guards he turned on his heel and away from the doors, toward the desert.
The rest was a blur, he recalled making it back to Noah's headquarters safe and sound. He remembered walking through the dark damp hallways, passing his father, getting slamed into the wall by Gopher. Giriko was emerging from his room and offered him a drink. But once Jordon had reached his room, he found that he had a vistor, there standing in front of him was none other than the clown.... and that's where his memory became foggy.
Jordon walked through the streets of Death City yet again, except, now he was leaving once more. This time willingly. His shoulders were hunched over as the largest grin was spread across his face, his teeth gleaming, his eyes shadowed out from his bangs. He was snickering to himself, his shoulders jerky and quickly rising and falling as he did so.
Within his mind,his thoughts were choatic, disorderly. It literally felt like millions of nails were running down a chalkboard within his own cranium, and that high pitched scream coming from inside the burlap sack that he carried only made him feel like ripping his own brain to peices even more, "SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" He cried out, both referring to the screaming within his head and to the child he carried in the bag on his back. "eh...hehehehh...aaAHHAHA... NONO! KEEP CRYING! KEEP SCREAMING! I LIED! EHAHAHA! I LIEDILIEEEDDD~!! I LIKEE ITTT!"
His body trembling, Jordon's fingers began to drum rather hurriedly and disorderly on the bag that he carried, while his head twitched to the side repeatedly, like he was some sort of robot with a bug making him glitch.
"K-Keep crying! KEEP IT UP! KEEP IT UP!!"
Reaching the outskits of town now he still pressed on, Wouldn't Noah just be so thrilled to see what he had brought home?
"ALEX~ Oh dear lil Alex~ When we get home I can make you cookies! We will eat cookies and play with the clown! We'll be best friends yes! YES! just like Your dad thought we would! We will be insepratable!" He rambled.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 6:53 pm
D E A T H T H E K I D
↪xxxxxxxxxxxxI can't guarantee the safety of your soul! ╔══════════════════╗ Hurried footsteps, labored breathing, and the clicking of what sounded like metal against metal signaled the approach of a very, very infuriated individual; that individual being the father of the child targeted by the young, misfit chain scythe.
His soul perception had immediately caught on to the two familiar wavelengths when he first noticed that Alexander was not -anywhere- in his mansion, nor was he in Patti Thompson's care .. Considering how the child was constantly glued to his parents' sides, it was a tad bit alarming for the two of them to discover that he was, indeed, missing.
A weak, young, vulnerable Shinigami. Missing.
A Shinigami that would be far too easy to capture.
A Shinigami that would serve as an excellent prize to some of the less civilized people inhabiting the world.
Gritting his teeth as he took a sharp right turn at the next corner, putting all of his focus onto his son's wavelength; he absolutely could not lose track of it, not when Jordon was with the little boy .. What was he doing around him?! Was he really going to test the waters with Kid? Was he honestly going to dare to hurt his boy, and face the wrath of not only him, but Alex's mother ( who he believed to be far more terrifying than he was in battle )? He wouldn't put it past the rebellious teen to take drastic measures to get his revenge; after all, who wouldn't be bitter if they were turned away from their former home, told never to return? Shunned, banished, exiled.
Frowned upon by those who were once his companions.
Spit upon by the man who had believed him to have so much potential, only to watch him throw it away and follow in his Papa's footsteps.
"How far away from him are we, Kid?" The familiar voice of his younger partner ( now wife ) broke through his concentration, and he briefly glanced down at the pistol on his right, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the metal. Worry had completely overtaken her expression, the usual rosy blush she held absent from her cheeks. In a gesture of comfort, he tightened his grip on the weapon before turning his attention back to his soul perception.
"Not very far, we'll be there in a few minutes ... I'm not going to let him get any farther," He mumbled, furrowing his brows in frustration. How could he have left Alex unsupervised? How could he allow the boy to wander around without an adult?! It was a mistake he wasn't sure he could correct--
No.
He would correct it.
He would save Alex from the demented former ally of his.
Suddenly, he skidded to a halt, his feet sliding a bit on the brick ground underneath him, amber eyes boring into the back of the person he had been searching for: Jordon.
The man who had dared to lay a hand on HIS child.
The boy who had DARED to ATTEMPT to kidnap HIS. CHILD.
The idiot who had dared to make his boy CRY.
The person who had put his boy into a horrible, disgusting, wretched SACK ...
Without even a second more of hesitation, he lunged forward, teeth clenched in anger, heading towards the Chain Scythe at full speed, bringing one of his pistols to aim it at the boy's spine ( careful to avoid the burlap sack ).
"Stop RIGHT THERE!" He practically snarled, fists clenched so tight around his pistols, the veins in his hands were clearly visible, and his hands were practically shaking from the effort.
"Take another step ... and that's it for you, you b*****d." ╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 7:31 pm
Hearing that voice, Jordon did as told, he halted in his spot, not bothing to turn just yet. His heart nearly felt as though it fluttered. He had come, the Shinigami had followed him, just as he had hoped. He had wanted Kiddo to follow him, he wanted Kiddo to be desperate to find him. And while, once he did find the boy his intentions would obviously be dangerous, at least he had been desperate to find him, and made sure he didn't leave Death City. like he had previously wanted... Cause if he had where would Jordon be then? ... where would Alex be then? Lowering his head a little, the grin on the boys face some how managed to grow even larger, and his shoulders began shaking as he tried to stiffle laughter....
What was so funny? What on earth, in a time like this, could possible be so funny?
"Ohh Kiddo~" Jordon trilled before he turned, rather flamboyantly, on on his heel to face the shinigami and his wife of a weapon. "I knew you'd come back for me! I knew you'd come to your senses and not let me leave!" He cried out, almost sounding like he was love struck and speaking to someone he was helplessly infatuated with. "I just KNEW you would!"
Letting his grasp go, the lag slif from his fist and fell the short distance to the hard ground. It dully thudded as the childs body hit the street, and the kid inside once again let out a loud wail. The bag shifted as the child inside tried to find the escape, but Jordon had tied off the end ensuring there was no release for the child.
Completely ignoring the young shinigami,Jordon started forward, stepping over the bag while his hands were outstretched as if seeking a hug from Death the Kid. He looked pleading, like he so desperately wanted an embrace from the man. And as he walked closer, Kiddo would see the bizzare black lines staining his face and skin, running down his body in a blocky disinigrating apearance before is became one with his skin. It almost looed as thought he had some sort of terrible cancer or skin condition, or like someone had tried to fuse mechanical pieces to his skin to replace wounds. The Boy had a dialated and wild look in his eyes as well as a strained and hollow look on his face, like he had suffered from drug abuse. Which, more than likely, the insanity that flowed through his veins was more than enough to get him higher than any of the strongest drugs.
This wasn't just Jordon....
The clown was inside of him.
"Kidddoo~" He cried out again. "I just wanted you to let me back in! I just wanted to come home! If I couldn't stay here, I wanted to take a piece of home back with me! That was All I swear~! heh-HEH!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 12:09 pm
D E A T H T H E K I D
↪xxxxxxxxxxxxI can't guarantee the safety of your soul! ╔══════════════════╗ He was appalled.
Even more-so disgusted.
How did this nut-job of a boy think he was coming back to allow him to the school he had betrayed?
It was then that he noticed the demented, twisted appearance of the Albarn child, and it all made sense: He had fallen victim to insanity, something he, himself, had been guilty of in the past.
"I've come back to tear you into a million goddamn pieces."
A rush of adrenaline immediately hit the Shinigami, thanks to the anger pulsing through his veins, once Jordon began spouting even more of his nonsense, and once he had dropped the sack containing his son on the ground, Kid winced when Alex cried out in pain, and inhaled sharply, trying desperately to keep his cool.
"Alex! It's okay, Daddy's going to get you out of there! Mommy's here, too!" Kid called out to him, hoping to calm the boy down a bit, maybe to give him a tiny bit of security knowing his Papa was there, fighting the 'bad man' away ..
As soon as Jordon was close enough to him, the Shinigami lunged forward, jerking one of his hands up to slam a pistol against the underside of the teenager's chin, the other heading straight towards his gut. He'd have to finish this fight extremely fast ... he couldn't jeopardize Alex's well being anymore than he already had. The more time that passed, the longer he'd stay in that bag, and the bigger chance Jordon had of attempting to escape. Not that he'd let it happen ~
"If my son wasn't in danger ... I'd sit here, tearing your limbs off one by one, in the most painful way possible," he snapped, his cold, furious gaze boring into the red-haired weapon before him.
"I'd be joining in on this ~" His partner hissed from inside the pistol on his left ( currently the one at Jordon's chin ), the furious expression she held visible in her reflection on the metal. Kid smirked at her for a brief moment before turning his attention back to Jordon.
"You want to take a piece of home with you? Then how about I shoot a leg or two off? Surely that will be something to remember ~" ╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 1:06 pm
The insanity-stricken teen let out a grunting sort of gag as soon as he felt the cold metal of a pistol pressed up against the underside of his jaw. Instantly his grin disappeared, replaced with a hard straight line where the corners of his lips turned down just slightly displaying the discomfort the red-head was in. The adams apple in his throat moved downward on his jugular before pulling back up once more as he gulped hard as a result to the Shinigami's action. His eye brows twitched as they pulled together briefly showing fear and worry. Obviously, Kiddo wasn't going to be as friendly as he was earlier on....... but neither would Jordon.... Quickly his eyebrows returned to normal as did his mouth. In fact, his lips even creeped up, curling back and once again revealing that toothy smile once more.
"K-Kiddo~ KiddoKiddo~ Kiddo-Chhaaaannnn~" He chuckled, though it sounded disoriented thanks to both the clown within him and the gun pressed to his throat. He almost sounded like he was choking while he laughed. "D-Do you want to break my dear papa's heart again!? Sure I left! but I'm still alive! He's happy knowing that doesn't he? So you wanna blow my brains out and take that happiness from him!?" He erupted into another burst of cackles almost finding them painful from the weapon pressed to him.
"B-Blow my brains out! Blow them out! THIS IS EXCITING! Exciting!" The chainscythe inhaled a deep shakey breath after his rambling as he stared the Shinigami in the eyes with that twistedly happy look about him. "I-it... it would stop the pain! THE PAIN! it would stop it! T-The screaming would stop! STOP! I -I could go to heaven and the screaming would STOP!"
Suddenly they would all hear the rattling of chains hitting the street. It went silent for a moment but then the rattling would resume. Glancing down, Kid would see Jordon had allowed his arms from his elbows down to manifest as chains with blades at the ends. The two chains slithered toward the bag, obviously seeking to grab, if not strangle, the young shinigami the young Shinigami in the sack.
"♪ Ring around the rosie~ Pockets full of posie~ Ashes! Ashes!! We all fall down~!! ♪"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 3:19 pm
D E A T H T H E K I D
↪xxxxxxxxxxxxI can't guarantee the safety of your soul! ╔══════════════════╗ A bead of perspiration slid down the side of the Shinigami's face once Jordon's lips curled up into a rather creepy smile, and he had to fight the urge to back away from the boy. In this position, he could easily dispatch him if he tried to pull anything, he could easily threaten him and make "negotiations" from here; if he backed away, he'd lose the tiny bit of an advantage he had. When his son was in danger, he couldn't do that.
Smirking in response to the teenager's comment about Death Scythe's heart, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Would your 'Papa' not be more upset about you killing the child of his future boss? Would he not be terribly disappointed in the fact that you'd stoop ever lower than you already have, dispatching an innocent little boy who has done you absolutely no wrong? Tell me, what would he think?" Kid hissed, pushing the gun even farther against his skin. The corners of his lips twitched in amusement, knowing that this would, most likely, hit a nerve with his opponent; he knew how Jordon felt about his betrayal .. then again, with him being insane, he couldn't predict if and how the boy would react to his harsh, piercing words.
"Don't -tempt- me to end your sorry little life .." His smile disappeared upon hearing the next of the red-head's words, and his eyes immediately widened once he heard the rattling of chains. Glancing over to Alex, and noticing the chains sliding towards him, he immediately increased the amount of pressure he had been applying on the trigger of the weapon resting against the underside of Jordon's chin, causing it to make a small 'click'.
"If you touch that bag with those chains, I'll pull this trigger, and it'll all be over. Do you really want that to happen? Do you really want your brains and blood strewn all across this street?" He paused for a moment, briefly turning his attention to what was, previously, Jordon's hands .. Of course, now they were chains, and obviously posed a huge threat to the Shinigami standing right in front of him.
"Keep those damned chains away from Alex, or you will regret it. Do you understand me?" ╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 5:46 pm
"You're nervous...." The boy pointed out, seeing that drop of sweat run down his captors temple. "Kiddo-chan~ .... are you afraid? Are you afraid of me? That I might kill your son and you'll have no chance to save him...? Are you afraid he might die knowing that you didn't love him? And that is why you failed him...?" His grin widened, however upon hearing Kid's come back about his father Jordon's eye twitched with frustration.
"PAPA WOULD LOVE ME NO MATTER WHAT!" The teenager shouted out in defense, his teeth clenching and bared as he couldn't help but eminate a small snarl. His aura sparked, hearing what Kid had said, ignited a short of fury in him. He could feel his passionate and growing hated for the other man coursing through his veins like a agonizing acid that would only be put out if he was able to kill him or the shinigami in the sack. All of this was building up, frustrating Jordon more, making his need for revenge greater. First he had refused to let him rejoin the DWMA's side, and now the Shinigami was practically telling him that his papa wouldn't love him!?
Jordon's thought process, however, halted momentarily when he felt the cold barrel of the pistol again slam up against his throat, this time more forceful. Another gag was heard and when that soft click reached the young Albarn's ears his eyes opened wider momentarily. "Do it..." He dared, his voice quiet, and surprising calm compared to his previous shakey sounding screams. "Do it.. pull it, pull THE DAMN TRIGGER!"
In the blink of an eye, one chain retracted, going back to it's owner before transforming back into a hand, while the other screamed foward on a course to rip through the sack and the small child inside. With Jordon's free hand he reached for Death the Kid's throat with intentions to strangle the life out of the blasted Death God and rid the world of him. "pull the TRIGGER! PULL IT!" Jordon cried out excitedly. "I LOVE THIS ADRENALINE! THIS ADRENALINE! I LOVE IT!! I WANT TO SEE SOME BLOOD! ALEX'S BLOOD! YOURBLOOD-- MY BLOOD!!!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 7:28 pm
D E A T H T H E K I D
↪xxxxxxxxxxxxI can't guarantee the safety of your soul! ╔══════════════════╗ "Nervous? Hardly." He replied, his hands starting to ache from having them clenched around the handle of his pistols, hesitantly loosening his grip a bit. As soon as he heard Jordon's questions, he chuckled bitterly, smirking at the twisted child. "Alex won't die here, I'll make sure of that. He knows that I love him, more than he'll ever be able to comprehend... At least, until he has children of his own. "
The smirk turned into a full-fledged smile once he saw that he had, indeed, hit a nerve with Jordon. Anger clouded his judgement, he knew he'd regret the things he said at a later point in time, but he didn't care at the moment. He didn't care if he left deep, nasty scars on Jordon's heart and mind, it didn't matter. Not at all.
Suddenly, Kid's heart nearly stopped and his mind went blank when he saw the chain shoot towards the bag containing Alex, and without hesitation, he brought the gun away from Jordon's neck ( moving away just in time to avoid his hand reaching for HIS throat ), throwing himself towards his son in a mere half-second. He closed his eyes, frantically praying that he'd make it in time; that he'd stop that cursed weapon ..
He couldn't let Alex die, he WOULDN'T let his boy get killed here, he absolutely WOULD NOT let him get hurt in any way, even if it cost him his own life.
The sudden, excruciating pain he felt across his back and the contact of the rough, flexible fabric of the sack against his cheek, the cold, hard, brick ground for the rest of his body let him know that he had, indeed, made it in time. A small sigh of relief escaped him, but it was cut short as a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to let out a strangled cough, as well as a sharp inhalation of air.
"Kid!" He heard the voice of his wife break through his mind, but he found himself unable to respond to her.
There was no way he'd be able to fight after this, as it was, he felt as if he could barely breathe .. How would he be able to stand up and pummel the ever-living s**t out of his enemy?
Suddenly, he turned his attention towards the sack under him, completely letting go of the two pistols he held. Opening an eye and slowly reaching up towards the tie near the top of the bag, he gripped one of the loose ends, tugging on it in order to open up the "storage" Jordon had chosen for his son.
It didn't take but a few seconds for Alex to pop his head out of the opening his father had created, his tear-streaked, frightened face staring down at his Papa. As fast as he could, he wiggled his way out of the bag to cling to his father's head, his tiny fingers tangling in the black/white locks of hair. "Daddy!" He squealed, resting his cheek against the side of Kid's head, a few sobs of relief escaping him.
"Hey, buddy .. Told you I'd get you out of there, didn't I?" The Shinigami mumbled, feeling his consciousness begin to fade, most likely from the amount of blood now pouring out of the particularly nasty wound on his back. "I'm sorry I let him get you ..."
After a few more moments, his eyes fell closed once again, and his body went completely limp, finally allowing himself to fall into a comatose state. ╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 7:54 pm
Jordon's eye twitched seeing Kid dodge his attempts to grab his neck, and it frustrated the young man even more to see the Shinigami had also protected his son. Only good side was that the pistol was no longer pressed to the underside of his chin, however in Jordon's case that might not necessarily be a good thing.
He quickly turned on his heal, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the Father and Son laying on the ground.....
Kiddo was bleeding terribly from the back while Alex clung to his dad......
Jordon took a small step backwards, as the scene before him struck a nerve... a very tender and fragile nerve.
It was just like when his own papa had flung himself in dangers way to protect him from Asura so many years ago...
Except... Death the Kid was playing Spirit's role.... Alex was playing his own role.......
and he...... Jordon.....
He was Asura.
"N-NO!" Jordon took a few more staggering steps back as he clutched at his hair, pulling at it before raking his finger nails down his own face, leaving behind deep red cuts in his flesh that tickled with crimson liquid as he came to realizatoin that he was becoming what at one point was the gasoline that fueled each of his nightmares.
Blood. Fire. Insanity.
Jordon could see the hallucinations Asura displayed for him, his first taste of insanity and how it had done the trick to corrupt him tiny innocent mind for the first time.
Cursing. Alcohol. Violence.
He could see in his mind that scuffy face of a certain independant weapon that did a fair share in switching his thought pattern over, making him see that perhaps God was leading him in the wrong direction.
Heartbreak. Tears. Betrayal.
The boy could see his dad leaving him and his papa again. Leaving both his papa and him behind without even the slightest display of love. The look in his dad's eyes the last night he saw him. That haunted look of a killer, a murderer. The shinigami cross necklace he left on the dresser never had seemed so menacing before... Not until that night.
Lashing out Jordon ripped his hands from his head, tearing away some of his bright red-hair and he screamed out in bloody murder. Possibly to the point where he was almost certain his lungs might errupt.
"WHY ARE YOU SO SPECIAL!?" He screamed at the two on the ground. "YOU'RE LUCKY I'M NOT THAT GOD DAMN ******** KISHIN! WHY DID I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT!? WHY CAN'T YOU TOO?! HOW COME I WAS THE ONLY ONEE!!!!!?!??!"
Jordon stumbled forward, finding it incredibly difficult to simply take a small step. Everything was so disoriented to the young man, like he was standing on top of a globe in a class room full of children who kept spinning it...
spinning....
spinning......
spinning........
Never stoping......
"YOUR PARENTS LOVE YOU! YOU LITTLE ******** BRAT! THEY'RE NEVER GOING TO LEAVE YOU! WHY DID DAD LEAVE ME!? WHYY!????!? HOW COME MY FAMILY WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT FELL TO PEICES!?" His deranged eyes twitched, as his hands at his sides trembled terribly, even from several feet away, both of the shinigami's could see how badly the weapon was shaking.
Suddenly, with a flash, his arms, from the elbow down, once again turned into chains with blades at the end. He ran forward, screaming out in complete envy and fury. "If your family won't fall to pieces, THEN I'LL TEAR YOU TO ******** SHREDS!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:42 pm
Silence became sickeningly thick in the atmosphere around her, the younger Thompson, the one that now called herself the wife of the brutally injured man spiraled out on the streets he was born and guarded, streets he ruled. The image before her eyes seem so absolutely ridiculous, how could that be? Kiddo had been standing and holding that son of a b***h captive less than a minute before, she had been itching for him to just fire and she would promise to make the shot one of the most accurate, excruciatingly painful one she had ever helped her beloved partner fire before. How was this...
Oh, that's right. The chain and blade, her baby boy... He'd dare to keep that attack aimed at their child. He was going to kill him and she had never wanted to so quickly take the sharpest thing she could find and cut the rest of his damn arm off from the shoulder off and stop that attack before ripping out every single one of his organs and bones. She had wanted to scream, wanted to transform back and grab her son as soon as possible, cradle him to her chest, run her fingers adoringly through those inherited raven locks of his that were so cutely adorned with the stripes of his father, the symbol of his father. She wanted to press her lips to the crown of his head and never let him go again.
But she had stopped herself, she knew from so many years of prior battles that no matter how much it infuriated her or worried her, she could never risk the life of her partner and sister on the whim of an emotion by leaving his grasp, not unless it was ultimately called upon her.
... What the ********? How many times did the b*****d scold her for nearly transforming back in the middle of battle when he suffered a sever blow? She had obeyed this command even when that twisted boy dared to raise a hand for her husband and child, she had left it all to him to save their son.
He wasn't supposed to get himself nearly killed, they were supposed to save their son, beat the ever living hell out of his kidnapper and return to their home.
If the ears of living creatures could capture the sounds of another beings heart, they'd realize how loud her heart was screaming as the cool steal of her pistol form rested on the ground just beside his hand, watching in horror as her son desperately clung to his fathers head, crying his eyes out.
Seconds had felt like hours as she snapped back to her human form, immediately returning in a kneeled position beside his bloody form as the light blasted away from her person, her sister quickly following her actions to stand at his other side. She didn't give a <********> about Jordon or his little moment of realization right now, she used it to her advantage to quickly rest a palm of her left hand tenderly on her child's head while the other was quickly brought down to his face, trying to affectionately brush the black locks away enough to try and glimpse his face, to make sure he was still breathing before the feeling of nausea grew any further. As soon as she came to the safe conclusion he was passed out and not parted with the living, she felt a brief relief, one that was short lived seeing the amount of blood pouring out of his body.
The pupils of her had shrunken down into the wideness of her eyes. The horror in her face was a rare sight to behold, normally she had the best poker face a person could ever ask for. Even if someone was shooting for the back of her head while she squeezed through a narrow alley, even if a knife was held to her neck, she could keep a smile on her face that could leave anyone guessing at what kept her freakishly happy behavior so solid. But that wasn't possible right now, so who gave a ********. Her son had been taken from his home, thrown in a filthy sack and carried off by a twisted traitor who had now attempted to take her son's life and dared to injure her husband...? This was her family, they were so deeply apart of her, to have them in this situation, to see and hear Alexander like this, to see Kid like this made her body shake uncontrollably.
She fought the horror, she snapped to pull her jacket hastily off her arms and fold it over, to press the cloth down onto his injury in her futile attempt to try and stop it. As she watched the blood begin to be absorbed by the fabric, she felt her heart cringe seeing the bright stain just beneath the hand that wore his wedding ring.
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The older Thompson, Liz felt pathetically frozen in place, her hands cupping her mouth to try and hide her expression, though her eyes gave it all away. Even seeing such an obviously painful expression in her sisters features, she couldn't bring herself to be as strong as her. She knew how much harder the blow of seeing Kid like this had hit her than herself, no matter how hard it may have been for her, she knew it was nothing compared to the affection her sister had for him. He was her husband, the father of her little boy.
She felt warm tears running down her face seeing the three of them down before her. She wanted to scream, she had scream since she saw the chain race after the sack Alex had been thrown in, since the blow hit Kid, since she felt his grip loosen so damn slowly from them, but nothing would come out. What could she say? What could she do beyond...
Her body tensed, her eyes darting towards Jordon, narrowing tear filled eyes hatefully at the red-haired boy.
Him, that insanity corrupted, sorry sight. He was to blame for all of this, it was his fault Kid was in this shape, that her Nephew was terrorized, that her younger sister was in so much pain. it was all him. It was him keeping them from getting Kid to help as soon as possible. Which needed to be soon, otherwise.... She lowered her hands shakily from her face, her eyes moving them as she tried to hold back anymore tears, turning herself to face Jordon completely.
"Patti," her tone was soft, all most to the point of being inaudible. "I'm sorry, but he... If we don't hurry, if we leave Kid in this condition..."
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As her sister trailed she froze, lowering her head to shield her face from sight a briefly, hesitantly pulling her hands from both Alex and Kid. She knew what her older sister was getting at, she all ready knew it. She all ready knew what they had to do now, she wanted it.
She turned herself to peek over to Alex quickly, flashing her son, whether he looked up at her not, the biggest smile. It was shaky, it was the hardest thing she could do when it felt like a vine of thorns was clenching around her heart, but there was no way she could leave him here alone with his father like this without at least some sort of comfort that everything would be fine, she spoke up in the warmest tone she could, praying somewhere unconsciously that it would work and if it did, the hope that may find it's way into his heart could stay strong as ever in hers.
"Everything's gonna be just fine, honey! Daddy will be fine, you'll be fine, momma's going to be fine and so is Auntie! We're all going to make a little stop to make sure daddy is all better and then we're all going to go home." Her voice hitched there and she quickly fought the next wave of trembles off. "And then me and you can bother daddy and get him to read him one of our favorite books to us on the bed before we go to sleep, all snuggled u and cozy."
She stood there, and as if she had become someone entirely different while directing her sights onto Jordon who was now screaming to no one, her gaze became as sharp as knives aimed for his neck. She promised, she would make sure no matter what they all got out of here, she promised.
And hell would have to freeze over before she broke that promise.
Do you hear that, Kiddo? Don't you ******** do anything stupid like die or I'll make your after life an asymmetrical hell-hole.
"Sis, let's go."
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She brought her attention fast back to her sister, bringing a hand out to try and quickly to offer to take the role of Meister, hit with horror at the mental image of her sister running into battle in a blind rage, no matter how calm her voice had frighteningly sounded just then. But the more she studied her sisters expression, the faster her words had died at the tip of her tongue. It was pointless, she could all ready tell. She wasn't going to back down from leading this battle. As much as she hated herself for it, if Patti took lead their chances of defeating him were ten times better.
She didn't... Have an option but to fight her best in the supporting role. And even if that was all, she was going to make damn sure she did it right. She nodded fast, her being consumed by the soft, pinkish light as she began to mold into a sphere of light that shoft for her sisters right hand, the light shattering away to reveal the Demon Pistol form, staring out determinedly from the inside of the pistol.
"Alright, let's show him what happens when he messes with the Demons of Brooklyn"
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She snatched the pistol and quickly adjusted it in her grasp, holding it up with a single hand at the center of Jordon's forehead with deadly aim. "I'm not going to show him that." She replied, her eyes widening in an unspeakable anger as she heard him dare to say such things towards her frighten little boy, her entire being tensed to the point she could barley hold herself in place anymore.
"I'M GOING TO SHOW HIM WHAT HAPPENS TO THE BASTARDS THAT SCREW AROUND WITH MY ******** FAMILY!!"
She sped forward at him, firing a blizzard of bullets directly at his legs, check and shoulders in an attempts to try and slow him by injuring the muscles within his limbs, crouching down low as she got much closer to readily side-step/leap away from any swipes, charging to get as close to him as possible, firing all the while.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 12:10 am
With an insanity and fury stricken mind Jordon continued running forward with a deranged look to kill on his visage. He looked like that of a wild animal as he charged forward, nearly tripping over his feet, staggering, but at an incredible speed. It was amazing that he hadn’t actually tripped and hit the ground face first. His legs literally looked like jello as he darted forward. His eyes appeared as slits, much like those of a venomous snake’s, and his teeth were clenched tightly and bared. The weapon snarled and screamed as he barreled toward Patti and the pistol which was her sister. He was ready to kill, he needed to kill, or wanted to be killed.
To be killed? It wasn't necessarily suicical was it?
Was that what he had been seeking all along? had he actually went after Alex in hopes that Death the Kid would come after him with a fury so great to kill him? At first he had simply wanted the Shinigami to chase after him; he wanted to feel like Kid needed him around ['cause obviously if he had Alex, Kid would NEED to find him] and he couldn't be cast aside so easily.
But was Jordon actually seeking his own demise?
If that was the case why on earth would he fight back? He could simply let the bat-s**t-insane mama weapon kill him in one blow.
Because that wasn't good enough! What if he didn't die!? What if they found it more fit to keep him alive and let him rot in jail for the rest of his days!?
If he killed someone, more then likely he'd face a death sentence!
He needed release from Noah, from his insanity, and more than anything from this eternal contract he had made with the goddamn clown!
Something he had come to Kid to help him to begin with... Something Kid had DENIED to help him with...
He needed freedom, freedom that only began when his life ended!
He felt several shots rip through his flesh leaving behind tears in his clothing, and even his flesh. Instantly blood flowed from these wounds, staining his clothing and making the cloth shine with a red sheen in the afternoon sunlight. He winced yes, but this didn’t stop him, it would take a direct fire to his brain to kill this unhinged byproduct of two death scythes and an unnecessary amount of alcohol. By this point not even a bullet to the chest would slow him down… Not when this monster of a chainscythe was lacking something as human and simple as a heart.
The beast inside of him was driving him forward, using his anger and resentment to it's advantage. Jordon could get his revenge, tear the two female weapons apart vein by vein then move onto Kid, finish him off, and leave Alexander to live… Jordon had always wanted a little one to care for… perhaps he could keep him. Corrupt him, just as Asura, and so many others had done to him.
And while Jordon did this, the clown could be satisfied after devouring a three course meal of pure blue souls.
Feeling a wavelength bullet of the pistol bury itself into his lower stomach, he stumbled to a forward, nearly doubleing over, and his running coming to a halt, however swinging his arms forward he lashed the chain scythes out at the woman attacking him. They raised high into the air before ripping downward nearing screaming toward Patti and her sister as he let out a loud cry much like that of a child throwing a tantrum.
”I WON’T BE THE ONLY ONE!!” He screamed, ”I WON’T BE THE ONLY ONE TO SUFFER! YOU’LL SUFFER TO! YOU ALL WILL!!!”
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:03 pm
If someone didn't know Patricia better, her reckless movements in battle or the satisfaction she got from taking aim at anyone who dared to stand in the way, namely as threat, they could think the woman herself had been corrupted by the insanity practically seeping off of her opponent. As the bullets of compressed energy pierced through his flesh, as she noticed t the reflection of light bounce of the warm, fresh blood gushing out from the perfect little burnt edges of his body, she felt the overwhelming joy of a child with a new toy, and with the tight, upwards smile to match.
She didn't dare blink and miss a shot find it's way through him.
She didn't dare to hesitate from shooting as the chain arms were swing upwards.
She didn't dare let out the burst of giggles she felt bubbling around at her chest, making the corners of her lips twitch, inching higher as she imagined what she would do to the b*****d. She hadn't had to cut this loose in a long, long time.
Time to make up for loss time, hm ~ ?
She waited, she ignored the warnings screamed out by her sister as the blades screeched towards them. Death scythe Yumi Azusa may have had the best eyes in the gun world, but that didn't make her eyes nothing. She waited, her eyes watched the movement of the blades with an all most deadly precision before she suddenly halted her charge forward, making a sharp right twist away from them by inches, practically FLINGING herself away from the attack mid place to the point it looked like some invisible force with the speed of a car had crashed it's way into the girl and inhumanly bent her body. Immediately she grabbed hold of the chains,and with as much force as she could, getting as close as she had to her target, she pulled forward on them in hopes to catch a laps in judgment and jerk him off balance, releasing them as soon as her free hand had been brought as far as it'd go behind her before leaping forward at Jordon, bringing it back in front of her. As soon as she got in range, she tossed the Demon Pistol from her left hand to her right, aiming the bottom of it to slam straight in his face before spinning it around to aim at the left side of his face as she pulled back to aim another ten or so shoots for the joints connecting his arms to his shoulders, his chest, and his kneecaps.
She knew it wouldn't kill him, but she needed to slow the b*****d down enough to do it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:20 pm
Indeed Jordon was caught off guard when Patti yanked on one of his chains, he was sent tumbling forward before her bullets came in contact with his body, slowling him down tremendously seeing as they were burying deep within major joints. Joints he needed desperately to be able to fight. Letting out a shrill cry off pain he found himself stumbling, his legs denying him the ability to walk all to fuctionally, and even denying him the ability to even stand. He collided down onto the pavement hard, his palms taking most of the impact as he hit the ground, skinning them, and shortly after beads of blood formed on his raw skin. He shot a glare up at the weapon that had attacked him, his eyes like cold pericing daggers.
Blood soaked through his clothing, staining the shoulders of his jacket, the knees of his pants, and his chest with a deep crimson sheen. His face was covered with blood as well, splattered with scratches and scrapes. Laying on the ground he tried to crawl away, his fingers trying to grip at anything that might assist him. but when he tried to drag himself along, he'd only be welcomed by the agonizing pain that engulfed his shoulders like fire. He cried out again, though kept trying to drag himself in a desperate attept to flee. His knees wouldn't carry him, not in this shape, so he had to result to this.
"DAD!" He cried out, "PAPA!" Tears were welling in his eyes, much like that of a small, frightened, lost child. He let out a small sob, before yet again another cry as he tried to drag himself, "PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP ME! I- I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONEE!! SOMEONE KILL HER!! KILL THEM! I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE ALONE!!!!
In the abyss of the young man's conciousness, he sat idle, huddled in a corner of what appeared to be an enclosed room. No windows. No doors. Said room was floored with royal blue and black tiles that checked across the surface. The walls.... there were no walls. Only fabric, much like a tent, a circus tent to be exact. The room was a small circle, the tent pulling up into a point in the center of the room, where a light shined down on a record player. It was elabrate, something you might find at an expensive antique show. The blue and silver music player, had a record playing. It spun round and round as a tune resembling a haunting music-box sounding version of the nersery ryhme 'Sing around the Rosey'. The records white noise, pops, and clicks, were almost deafening, as Jordon sat there by the wall, curled into an upright fetal position with his hands clamped tightly against his ears, almost to the point where one might think he was trying to crush his skull. The static, the music, even with his hands over his ears, it almost seemed as if the music was resonating from within him. There was no escape from it.
Ring around the rosey
Sure his surroundings were only made of cloth, it should be simply enough to escape this place, but he had tried many times. It was no use, the more Jordon pulled away at the tent that surrounded him, the more cloth he'd find blocking his way.
Pockets full of posey
The boy was trembling, his eyes closed as he tried to focus on anything, everything, something other than the music that was driving him mad. He needed freedom from the soul shaking music, the small enclosed space, from the clown.
Ashes, Ashes....
Jordon cried out, ramming his body against the side of the tent, only to find a hard surface that was somewhere lost behind the blue silky fabric that contained him. Tears ran down his face in rivers, his heart beat deafening in his ears, but not quite enough to drown out the music.
When the clown had control....
It
Was
always
there.....
We all falll down.
Coming back to reality, Jordon screamed out once again, as he curled up on the ground, writhing and squirming, much like he was having a seizure. His body tensed up, his back arching as he cried out louder, it was nearly a miracle that his voice hadn't gave out yet.
Then, suddenly, the dark lines on Jordon clothing and skin began to reside, slithering back to the middle of his chest, before a large beast, the clown, rose out from him, standing over the shaking young man.
"Y-Y... Y-YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE ME TOO!?!! N--NOO!!! YOU--YOU CAN'T!!! S- STAY!!! PLEASE!!!"
The clown simply gave Jordon a look of annoyance, before spitting at the boy, "We're weak.... You're failing....You're dying..... I refuse to die with you." Then, just as quickly as it had appeared from Jordon's body, it bent down and pulled a paper from Albarn's jacket. A sheet of paper from the book of Eibon. It sucked the clown up, before burning, and gradually falling to the earth beside Jordon who let out yet another howl of agony and fear as it went up in smoke and ashes.
That was his only chance of escape.
Something he was so blinded by fear to even remember he had.....
and the clown took that chance away from him.
Now...
he really was alone.
or had he been all along?
"NOO!!! NOO!!!! COME BACK!! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!!" He screamed hysterically.
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